Hoshor Plains [m]y blood is a flood of rubies

it was not out of any romantic fondness or devotion that she let out a purr at the sight of her husband. she desired him now for the same reasons she desire him upon their first meeting. it was the highest compliment she could offer to a man, and so when arktos stopped to wait for the permission he sought, she granted it in a sweeping brush to his side.

she turned to him with batting eyelashes and a fogged longing in her gaze. her paws treaded with feverish excitement and expectation as she rounded him once more, offering a kiss to his jawline.

no words need spoken of what her body commanded.